Over time desire shall fall and lie and fadeAwait unequaled thought and virtuosityDesire lies in wait, a precious cup, a stone or some suchAbsent moments, ones which raised the heart to stand so greatCannot choose not to deny, blame falls easy silentlyDarkness preferable, comfort found againIn solitude, a door into an empty room, a door to familiar desolationThe spoils of past years lost for reason lost for some notions of new daysInside there is gentlenessCalm preceding tearsCry again, cry againMoment of toilCall the Gods to answer meHear me say, "Hear my pain"Call the Gods to answer meFrika come! Frika come!Promise and enlightenment aboundedFelled like trees the pillars that held me highRunning blind, running blindOn stony ground I stumble and vow returnInside there is gentlenessCalm preceding tearsCry again, cry againMoment of toilCall the Gods to answer meHear me say, "Hear my pain"Call the Gods to answer meFrika come! Frika come!Inside there is anger nowCalm precedes the rageCry again, cry againMoment of toilCall the Gods to answer meHear me say, "Hear my pain"All the Gods to answer meFrika come! Frika come!